Throne of the North

Seabird Heart, a fine wine from the west coast, is said to be brewed from some seaweed in the deep sea and some extraordinary materials.

The taste... is surprisingly salty.

Ryan just took a sip and put it down.

"Baron Ryan, you came here this time to trade warhorse life potions with me, right?"

Archmage McKen said directly.

The archmage patted his chest and said confidently:

"The Beast Ambition series of life potions that I personally researched are absolutely the best."

Ryan did not respond immediately, but continued to ask:

"Archmage McKen, if I remember correctly, it takes more than just magic life potions to cultivate ordinary horses into warhorses. The dry food and materials for daily cultivation also need to be perfected. Standards, especially when they need to be matched with magic potions."

"You only sell me magic life potions, and the warhorses you cultivate are probably not even half as good as highland warhorses. Tell me, is this the best?"

Ryan's words made Archmage McKen stare at him closely.

"Even without those things, it is at least 90% of the physical fitness of the Highland Warhorse. How can it be only half?"

"So, it is still not the best, right?"

"What do you want?"

McKen stared at Ryan, as if he wanted to see something from his eyes.

"I want the entire training system of the warhorse from birth to death."

After Ryan finished speaking, McKen laughed.

"This is not just the life potion needed by the warhorse, but also the training of the groom. Every groom is at least a knight and a magic apprentice."

He stared at Ryan.

"You are a northern baron, what do you want these things for?"

McKen seemed to have thought of something, staring at Ryan.

"You are not buying these things for the Clayton family, are you?"

Obviously, McKen not only thought that Ryan did not have the need and money to buy so many things, but also doubted his purpose.

After all, Ryan belongs to the Clayton family. If Earl Clayton wants what he has, he has this motive not only in terms of money but also in terms of demand.

"The Clayton family?"

Ryan was speechless, then smiled.

"Master McKen, you are not a noble, right?"

"What does this have to do with whether you are a noble?"

"If Master McKen was a noble, you would not ask this question."

Ryan stretched out his hand, which had a ring on it, and the outline of Rhino Horn Mountain was engraved on the ring.

"I, Baron Ryan Clayton, Lord of the Frozen Territory of the Northern Wind Province of the Empire."

"I am a noble first, and then the son of Earl Clayton."

Master McKen is indeed not a noble. Listening to Ryan's words, he naturally does not understand that there is a difference between nobles, even fathers and sons.

"So what, what if you take my things and give them to the Clayton family?"

"This is not a small amount. If there is no support from the Clayton family, do you have money?"

Ryan did not answer, but looked at Master McKen curiously.

"Grand Mage, you seem to be... unable to trade with the nobles?"

After such a long exchange, if Ryan still couldn't hear the alienation between Grand Mage McKen and the nobles in his words, then he would have been a baron for so long in vain.

Grand Mage McKen glanced at Ryan, neither denying nor confirming.

Ryan understood and said tentatively:

"So, it's the royal family's fault? The royal family doesn't want your knowledge of war horses to fall into the hands of those nobles, because the nobles have the ability to cultivate war horses that can compete with Highland war horses?"

Grand Mage McKen snorted coldly, tacitly agreeing with Ryan's guess.

This grand mage is very poor, so poor that he is unwilling to let go of dozens of gold coins. If he really has the magical knowledge to cultivate Highland war horses, how could he be short of money?

It's not that he is not capable enough, then someone can only stop him from making money.

And according to Jovan, Grand Mage McKen once refused the royal family's invitation to let him go to the Highland Mage Corps, which is a mage corps specializing in cultivating and researching war horses.

This archmage has conflicts with the royal family or the Highland Mage Corps. Ryan is inclined to the latter, because if he has a grudge against the royal family, Archmage McKen may not even be able to stay in the magic academy.

If this is the case... Archmage McKen's knowledge of war horses may be more valuable than Ryan imagined.

Ryan's eyes lit up and looked at the archmage in front of him.

"Archmage McKen, I, Ryan Clayton, Lord of the Frozen Territory, Baron of the North, invite you to become my worshiper."

Ryan suddenly performed a noble etiquette and said solemnly to Archmage McKen.

His suddenness surprised the two people in front of him, and the archmage was also caught off guard.

"You invited me?"

"Do you know that I am a great wizard? Even if I don't have any knowledge of war horses, I am still a great wizard. Among the great wizards of the entire empire, I am either in the top ten or the top twenty in terms of the distance to the Holy Land."

"Of course I know."

"Hehe."

The great wizard McKen sneered twice and leaned back on the recliner. He was now certain that Ryan in front of him was a brat with high aspirations.

He had seen many nobles who were arrogant and incompetent, so he was naturally not polite to such nobles.

But the next moment, Ryan's voice froze the whole person of Archmage McKen.

"One hundred thousand, I will give you one hundred thousand gold coins in exchange for Archmage McKen's one month of time to go to the frozen land."

"After one month, you will choose how to respond to my invitation. Whether you refuse or agree, the one hundred thousand gold coins belong to you."

One hundred thousand gold coins, in exchange for him to travel in the North for a month?

McKen hesitated. He was really short of money. Although he was one of the archmages closest to the Holy Land in the entire empire, without gold coins, even if he was the first to reach the Holy Land, he would never be able to achieve the Holy Land.

"One hundred thousand gold coins is not a small amount."

Archmage McKen looked at Ryan, and Ryan smiled knowingly.

"Don't worry, every gold coin belongs only to me, and has nothing to do with Clayton."

Archmage McKen suddenly laughed, as if he had met a fat sheep merchant, and his smile was even a little flattering.

"Well, Baron Ryan, since you are willing to pay 100,000 gold coins to invite me to the frozen land for a month, the contract is done."

Master McKen stretched out his hand, and a contract scroll appeared directly in front of him.

Ryan did not hesitate and branded his badge on it.

"It's a big profit."

Master McKen was ecstatic. The contract was established, and Ryan had no chance to regret it.

One hundred thousand gold coins, just earned so easily.